vncnus Chapter 5: Cao Kun Appears! A Plain-Looking Punch?!
Chapter 5: Cao Kun Appears! A Plain-Looking Punch?!
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The moment Tang Hao's blood-red 100,000-year soul ring appeared, the area within a radius of several hundred meters was stained with a layer of blood!
The terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept wildly in all directions from Tang Hao as the center!
The ground is trembling, and the trees are groaning!
Flander grunted and immediately knelt on one knee, blood seeping from all seven orifices. Under such pressure, the Soul Saint's soul power was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment!
The illusory image of the cat-owl martial spirit behind him let out a mournful cry and instantly dissipated!
Zhao Wuji was in slightly better condition, but his knees were still trembling and his bones were making cracking noises as if they were about to burst under the strain.
His level 88 soul power was compressed to less than three inches above his body surface, and he struggled to hold on.
He clenched his teeth so hard that blood seeped from his gums, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Tang Hao and at the dazzling 100,000-year soul ring, his heart filled with shock.
This is Super Douluo!
Moreover, he is a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year-old soul ring!
The difference between them and Contra is like heaven and earth!
When he unleashed his full power, the mere pressure alone was enough to knock out most of his fighting ability!
Tang Hao looked at the two people struggling under his pressure, without any pity in his eyes.
He slowly raised his right hand.
He did not summon his Martial Soul True Body, nor did he use any Soul Skills.
He simply raised his clenched right fist.
His fist was imbued with the pure power of a Title Douluo and the indestructible, domineering will of the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.
If this punch lands, Zhao Wuji will be injured even if he doesn't die!
The fist slowly descended.
It wasn't fast, but it carried an undeniable and inescapable destructive intent.
The air was compressed, producing a sharp popping sound.
Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He wanted to resist and unleash his soul skills, but under that terrifying pressure, even circulating his soul power became extremely difficult, let alone releasing his soul skills!
He could only watch helplessly as the fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes; the aura of death had never been so clear!
Flander closed his eyes in despair.
Just as Tang Hao's fist was about to touch Zhao Wuji's chest, a sudden change occurred!
A figure moved faster than the limits of vision, as if stepping out of thin air and appearing out of nowhere in front of Zhao Wuji!
The figure was not tall, and even somewhat thin.
He was dressed in white and looked like an ordinary teenager.
His timing was very mysterious, just when Tang Hao's fist was about to land but had not yet landed, and the old force had been released but the new force had not yet been generated!
What's even more shocking is that he appeared precisely between the strongest point of Tang Hao's punch and Zhao Wuji, as if he had planned it all out in advance!
Faced with a punch that was powerful enough to kill a Soul Douluo and contained the domineering true meaning of the Clear Sky Hammer, the boy did not even make any defensive stance.
He simply stood there quietly, slightly raising his head to meet the rapidly enlarging fist shadow that seemed capable of shattering stars.
Then, he raised his right hand.
With his five fingers together, no soul power shone, no martial soul phantom appeared, and not even a gust of wind was stirred.
Just like that, nothing special,
Facing Tang Hao's earth-shattering fist,
He threw a punch at her.
The differences in size, strength, soul power level, and even life level formed the most vivid and absurd contrast at this moment.
On one side was a Super Douluo who had been famous for many years and possessed a 100,000-year-old soul ring, who unleashed a furious attack.
On one side was a boy who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, whose soul power fluctuations were so weak as to be almost negligible.
It looks like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"court death!"
Tang Hao's eyes grew even colder, and his punches intensified instead of diminishing!
He wanted to turn this arrogant brat who dared to interfere, along with Zhao Wuji, into dust!
"Cao Kun! Get out of the way!!!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared wildly, trying to push his disciple away, but his body was completely immobilized under Tang Hao's pressure!
Flander closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of the carnage.
The next moment!
"Bang!"
A dull, rather muffled impact sound rang out in the silent night sky.
The anticipated scene of bones shattering and flesh flying everywhere did not occur.
The anticipated scene of Cao Kun being blasted away by a punch and turning into a bloody mist did not occur.
Time seemed to be paused the instant the fists clashed.
Tang Hao's fist, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, froze in mid-air.
It was blocked head-on by a pale, thin, yet rock-solid fist of a young boy.
Not moving.
There was no explosion of energy, no dissipation of soul power.
There was only a strange, oppressive, and stagnant feeling, like the aftermath of two invisible mountains colliding.
Under the moonlight, it can be clearly seen.
The soul power light that had almost materialized was condensed on Tang Hao's fist.
The moment it made contact with Cao Kun's fist, it melted away silently, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
Not defeated!
It wasn't canceled out!
Instead, it seemed to encounter some more essential, more domineering, and superior "rule" or "will," and naturally disintegrated and dissipated.
Tang Hao's face was cold and disdainful.
Freeze instantly!
His expression suddenly froze!
It wasn't because the boy in front of him blocked his fist. Although that in itself was already shocking enough.
Rather, it was because, at the moment their fists made contact, he sensed a power emanating from his opponent's seemingly ordinary fist.
A pure, concentrated, and unimaginably heavy force, seemingly capable of destroying the world... pure power!
This power is not soul power, or at least not entirely.
It is more ancient, more original, as if it comes from the deepest part of the bloodline, from the beginning of life!
Domineering and boundless, yet reserved and profound.
The mere leakage of a trace of his aura caused his proud soul power, which contained the true meaning of the "power" of the Clear Sky Hammer, to instinctively shrink back and crumble, like a subject seeing his king!
What shocked Tang Hao even more was that deep within this pure power, he vaguely "heard" a whisper.
No, it's not about hearing, it's about perceiving.
The voice seemed to come from the primordial era, traversing endless time and space to descend upon this place.
"The... Ultimate... Power..."
The faint echoes of just three syllables struck Tang Hao's mind like a heavy hammer!
It caused even his spirit, which had been hardened by countless battles and was already as solid as a rock, to momentarily feel a sense of disorientation and... a trace of indescribable tremor!
This feeling was even stronger than when he first saw a 100,000-year soul ring.
Even, for some inexplicable reason, a sense of... awe arose?
"How is that possible?!"
A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Tang Hao.
How could a boy who looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old possess such terrifying and fundamental power?!
How could it possibly evoke such a vast and ancient will?!
In that one ten-thousandth of a moment when his mind faltered and his fist froze.
Cao Kun made a move.
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